Friedrich Nietzsche - Beschwörung (1864)
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O if it is true, that at night,
while all who live there are resting,
and when the moonbeams gently
float down onto gravestones,
O if it is true that then
the graves open, the silent ones
I call, I wait for Leila's sake;
to me, my love, come here, come here!
Appear, beloved shade, just
as you appeared before the separation,
as cold as a winter's day, as pale,
distorted from the last pains of death.
Float closer as a distant star,
as a gentle sound, as a light breath,
as a sight horrible to see,
it's all the same to me: come here, come here!
I call you, not in order, no!
to charge someone with a crime,
that took away my angel,
nor to ascertain the mystery of death.
nor in order to, because now and then
doubt torments me... I want only painfully
to say to you, that I love you truly,
that I am ever yours, come here, come here!